Nothing could be kept from her eyes after all. She had read and absorbed the knowledge of proper societies that were admirably advanced in their technology and research.

Security that was about as advanced as what was used for a program to find someone to smash genitals with for their most wide-reaching system in the universe? Should be child’s play.

She had to chuckle at that. Maybe she was being too harsh on this reality? Maybe she was just too far ahead after leaving her last universe.

After breaking through the piss poor security measures she carefully dug through to mask any signs of her intrusion as well as looked around to see how she could get this clearance discreetly.

Whoever was responsible for setting this up might have been bad at securing it, but she was determined not to give anyone hints prematurely after her arrival was so smooth.

Finally, after mentally rooting around for a couple of minutes, she discovered there were several clearances for the gods to access information from the construct. However, only the top two had any significant power to make changes.

For some reason there were none who had access to the highest level of access.

"Doesn't this mean that even the gods with the 2nd level clearance can't directly manipulate the construct?"

It was unfathomable to her. Why have something of this power and have no one in charge of it? She didn't fully understand how exactly the construct or System as it was labeled could be devoid of anyone overseeing it.

"Could there be factions or something among these stupid gods? Or maybe the head honcho took an endless dirt nap?"

Too much speculation? Maybe she was overthinking it? After all they didn't give her any sort of positive opinion of their intelligence so far.

Strange for sure, but extremely advantageous for her.

She worked at finding a way to go deeper and deeper into the System in order to assign her the highest clearance. And after a couple of hours of trial and error, along with some swearing, she finally got in.

.....INCORRECT INPUT........

.....SYNTAX ERROR DETECTED....

.....ZERO SUM ERROR RECEIVED....

.....

.....

....ALL-KNOWING CLEARANCE LVL GRANTED..

As soon as it went through she once again cleaned up after herself and found a way to hide anyone from noticing her newly forged clearance. It was as simple as preventing anyone without the highest level from modifying or viewing her changes.

Finally, it was time to read what these so-called deities had to say about fate.

And there it was, after assigning herself the proper clearance and covering her ass from any voyeurs trying to trace back her meddling she was able to see the information about the fate value.

-Fate-

Governs how an individual is impacted or impacts the fate of the planet.

-SENSITIVE INFORMATION, DO NOT DISTRIBUTE: High Goddess Justinia-

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Value is increased by either impacting the fate, destiny, or karma (theorized), of a so-called "fate-guided" individual, group, event, etc. The fate-guided seem to be influenced, not directly, by a force that is as close as possible to what may be described as the red strings of fate.

Interfering with, interrupting, maiming, or killing such individuals or groups may result in the raising of someone's fate value, but if a value of 600 or greater is reached the individual will face the greatest impact of fate. The results of this are still currently being interpreted and researched.

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The highest recorded mortal fate value was High Demon Lord Pronaxis, who reached a value of 800, on par with most mid-level gods. Most mortals, creatures, or monsters will have a value between 5 and 15. On the high end, some localized fate events will have beings with values of around 30 to 50.

Lower and some mid-level gods should be discouraged from interacting with those over 600. A warning subsystem has been added to signal when any mortal reaches a value of 500 fate, and they will be added to the watch list, viewable only by those with a clearance of OMNI or higher.

End of Current Report

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"Damn what a text dump. Apparently the gods can't write a simple abstract either, bless their hearts." She remarked with a sneer.

She murmured as she continued to read the report by this alleged "High Goddess" Justinia.

Absolutely hilarious, a Goddess? Like several of the groundless religions she had discovered on some of the less advanced planets?

It had always been ironic to her how much the inhabitants would beg and plead for their gods or creators to save them when she was in the final stages of doing her job.

Not once in all her seemingly endless life so far had anyone of those beings or objects of worship ever shown up to protect even their most devout believers. Maybe she would have a higher opinion of the less advanced planets if they did?

She nearly started giggling at the thought.

"Pfft! Never in a million years! Even if their most sacred beings showed up to rumble before I finished my job, they still were lacking."

"This fate thing is quite the interesting mechanic of this reality. I should probably refrain from getting too high of a value until I have a better understanding of how it works besides this vague bullshit Justina wrote down. Maybe I'll observe some of the localized events before that though."

The idea was slightly alarming if not intriguing to her. Considering the gods of this world seemingly saw themselves to be the highest powers around, if even one of the debatably highest of them was concerned about this invisible guiding hand then she too would tread carefully. For all her mocking and self-proclaimed superiority, she wasn't arrogant anymore.

For the most part.

At some point in the past she would have scoffed at this. But that kind of unadulterated arrogance is what let the Parathians take a shot that destroyed 75% of her body mass. The raw rage, humiliation, and hate she endured at that time was one of the best teachers.

She vowed it then, and she would reaffirm it now.

Never again.

Never again would she let herself get caught in such an unfavorable situation again.

After a couple of hours of additional research into the System, she came to the conclusion that she could and should hide her distorted information.

Something in her screamed that absolutely under no circumstance should she let anyone see her real status.

She had instinctual and gut feelings in the past that had helped her survive unseen dangers. But for some reason this felt odd. It wasn't the same lizard-brained intuition she usually listened to.

She decided to chalk it up to some weirdness associated with taking on this body or maybe the whole system thing.

"I'll deal with it if it becomes a problem and when I can get some more data." She said

She looked over the skills that came with her Otherworlder title and even managed to use identify on herself. It was unknown if the locals used it in the same way, but for her using a skill was as simple as focusing her connection to the System and thinking about using it on herself. The result showed a less detained but just as corrupted screen in front of herself.

"This would be a serious pain if it wasn't for the gods putting a clearance level on fate after all. I'm glad they hoard knowledge just like some of the lesser worlds said in their bedtime stories."

The information she had access to through her new clearance was immense and too much for even her to go through right now. As much as she wanted to dive in and get absorbed in research about this place, she had more pressing matters at hand.

Mainly finding somewhere to blend in and start seeing how things worked in this world of wonder and monsters.

"But first," She said as she frowned while finally focusing on the condition of her body.

"I should find some actual clothing for this body."

While the transformation had healed all the cuts, stab wounds, and other injuries, it did nothing for her crusted bloody rags.

Staring at the new body she was infused into was strange. She had little experience doing this kind of thing after all. If there was a reason for her to use a bipedal form or hands she would form them from her raw mass using energy from her hunts in the past.

She only discovered she could infuse her mass into a dead or living body after a particularly tricky infiltration into an advanced planet's military base.

She had to admit though, being a young woman felt a million times better than skulking around as a sewer rat.

Plus she quite liked the original owner of the body. She wouldn't have minded having her replace Floppy as her new pet during her vacation.

The girl was feisty and didn't take shit from those who were three times her size and at least as strong. Despite the inherent foolishness of the act, one of the few things she could respect as a conscious world devouring calamity was the struggle.

The struggle to live against overwhelming odds. The struggle to do everything to keep your life. Life, in her long-lived opinion, was just a struggle. Maybe she was biased though. After all, some of her first memories were accompanied by relentless slaughter.

And in the girl's case, her final struggle was to survive being defiled, beaten, stabbed, and finally unceremoniously strangled.

Through a small and hardly visible gap she opened to scout the destination, she watched the whole scene unfold before coming through to this reality.

She had thought about taking her as a pet but was entranced by her the moment she swiftly and unexpectedly broke the leader of her assailant's nose. Everything got exponentially worse for her after that. But she never stopped struggling.

Could she have saved the girl?

Of course. But why would she?

She was a being that ended worlds. It was her very reason to exist, her job, as well as something she, frankly, really enjoyed.

She would never show any pity or feel a bit of remorse for those countless planets of millions of inhabitants that she consumed to sustain her life and fulfill her purpose. Let alone some poor girl who looked like a beggar that died to savage men in the boonies.

Something mysteriously made her believe that the girl wouldn't have wanted her pity or anyone else's for that matter anyway.